Now can I get an encore, do you want moreCooking raw with the Brooklyn boySo for one last time I need y'all to roar

Now what the hell are you waiting forAfter me, there shall be no moreSo for one last time, nigga make some noise

Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me thatThe rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically atCan't none of y'all mirror me backYeah hearing me rap is like hearing G. Rap in his primeI'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful DeadBack to take over the globe, now break breadI'm in, Boeing jets, Global ExpressOut the country but the blueberry still connectOn the low but the yacht got a triple deckBut when you young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yepGrand opening, grand closingGod your man Hov' cracked the can open againWho you goin' find doper than him with no penJust draw off inspirationSoon you goin' see you can't replace himWith cheap imitations for these generations

Now can I get an encore, do you want moreCooking raw with the Brooklyn boySo for one last time I need y'all to roar

{What the hell are you waiting for?}

Look what you made me do, look what I made for youKnew if I paid my dues, how will they pay youWhen you first come in the game, they try to play youThen you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to youFrom Marcy to Madison SquareTo the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea)As fate would have it, Jay's status appearsTo be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbyeWhen I come back like Jordan, wearing the 4-5It ain't to play games with youIt's to aim at you, probably maim youIf I owe you I'm blowing you to smithereensCocksucker take one for your teamAnd I need you to remember one thing (one thing)I came, I saw, I conqueredFrom record sales, to sold out concertsSo motherfucker if you want this encoreI need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore

It's star timeThis man is made! He's killing all y'all jive turkeysDo y'all want more of the Jigga man?Well if y'all want more of the Jigga manThen I need y'all to help me, bring him back to stageSay Hova, c'mon say it!HO-VA! HO-VA! Are y'all out there? (HO-VA! HO-VA!)Are y'all out there? C'mon, louder!Yeah, now see that's what I'm talking boutThey love you Jigga, they love you Jigga!

I like the way this one feelIt's so motherfucking soulful man!Yeah okay

So this here is the victory lapThen I'm leaving, that's how you get me backAfter a year of them sixteen's, it's one point twoAnd that's two point four, and I'm only doing twoYou wanted to gain attention new dudesI can get you BET and TRL tooYou wanna be in the public, send your budgetWell fuck it, I ain't budging!Young did it to death, you gotta love itRecord companies told me I couldn't cut itNow look at me, all star-studdedGolfer above par like I puttedAll cause the shit I uttered, was utterly ridiculousHow sick is this?You want to bang, send Kanye change, send Just some dustSend Hip a grip, then you got' spitA little something like this